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[Act III]

[after the song ends]
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER… As you can see, MUSIC can get you
pretty fucked up…Take a tip from Joe, do like he did, hock your imaginary guitar
and get a good job…Joe did, and he’s a happy guy now, on the day shift at
the Utility Muffin Research Kitchen, arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot of
a fully-charged icing anointment utensil. And every time a nice little muffin comes
by on the belt, he poots forth… And if this doesn’t convince you that MUSIC
causes BIG TROUBLE…then maybe I should turn off my plastic’ megaphone and
sing the last song on the album in my regular voice…

[SCENE EIGHTEEN]
[A LITTLE GREEN ROSETTA]

[CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER:]
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You’ll make a muffin betta
With a green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A tiny green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You’ll make a muffin betta
Betta
It’s really getting betta
It’s betta, it’s betta
With a green rosetta

Green rositti
A little green rositti
It’s really, really meaty
A little green rositti
Betta, betta,
(Hey, really out there…really good)
It’s really getting betta
It’s betta, it’s betta
With a green rosetta
Setta, setta
(Good God, give the drummer some)
Green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
(Setta, setta, setta, etc….)
(Make a muffin, make a muffin, make a muffin,
Make a muffin betta, make a muffin betta, [etc….])
With a green rosetta
A little green rosetta
[Etc….]

Good God! You’re really jammin ! Now the Reggae version, hey, for the People in
the Third World… we haven’t forgotten anybody on this song.. .for all of you French
people…who think that you re outta sight… And for the people in Spain…who think
the French people are where its at… And for the people in Mongolia who always
wanted to go to Spain for a vacation… And for those of you in Taiwan who got chumped,
this chorus is for you: (Rang Tang Ding Dong, I am the Japanese Sandman…
Take eight…)

Green rosetta
Green rosetta
A little green rosetta
(Against the Reggae beat, though… No, it’s still Reggae, but it s all backwards)

A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You’ll make a muffin betta [Etc., etc., etc…]

Now you see, some places in the Third World it might be difficult to dance to this because
the kerosene record player is not a very efficient device.. .And a lot of times they run out of,
they run out of spunk right in the middle of the chorus… Causing the song to sound like this…

A little green rosetta

However we continue in spite of the fact that the fuel may be low on your record player.
We suggest that in places like the Fourth World where things are really tough that you
keep the record player going by rubbing two sticks together. And if all else fails, throw
the record away… build your own green rosetta…try this recipe: Well start with a lump of
grass… the grass bone connected to the ankle bone…the knee bone connected to the
wishbone…and then everybody moves to New York and goes to a party with Warren.
Hey! And we’ve flown in, at great expense, (triple scale, no less, ladies and gentlemen),
Steve Gad’s clone to play the out-chorus on this song…lies really outa-site, in spite of
thefact that the click track is totally irrelevant to what he’s doing now. I in listening to
the click, yes I’m suffering with the click track right now…this guy is totally out of sync with it,
but what the fuck. Ed Mann will call him up later, show him the sign. Okay Vinnie, where
is five?

They’re pretty good musicians
They re pretty good musicians
They’re pretty good musicians
They’re pretty good musicians
But it don’t make no difference
If they’re good musicians
Because anybody who would buy this record
Doesn’t give a fuck if there’s good musicians
On it
Because this is a stupid song
AND THAT’S THE WAY I LIKE IT
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You make a muffin betta
With a little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
Rosetta, rosetta, rosetta
[etc., etc., etc….]

AL MALKIN.
Zetta..

Να με φιλάς μη σταματάς κι η νύχτα δε μου φτάνει. Με το ταξίμι της καρδιάς κι ο πόνος θα πεθάνει. Έλα, πάρε με να πάμε σε ταξίδια μυστικά. Ποιος μπορεί να μου πει η αγάπη πως είναι ένοχη; Ποιος μπορεί να δικάσει, καρδιά μου, το χτες, το γιατί; Ποιος μπορεί να μου πει η αγάπη πως είναι ένοχη; Ποιος μπορεί, τα κλεμμένα φιλιά αν δεν έχει γευτεί; Η νύχτα σπάει σα γυαλί στου έρωτα την πίστα. Και βγαίνω μ’ ένα σου φιλί απ’ του χαμού τη λίστα. Έλα, πάρε με να πάμε σε ταξίδια μυστικά. Ποιος μπορεί να μου πει η αγάπη πως είναι ένοχη; Ποιος μπορεί να δικάσει, καρδιά μου, το χτες, το γιατί; Ποιος μπορεί να μου πει η αγάπη πως είναι ένοχη; Ποιος μπορεί, τα κλεμμένα φιλιά αν δεν έχει γευτεί;

See me in me heels and ting
Dem check sey we hip and ting
True them no know and ting
We have them going and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

See me pon the road I hear you call out to me
True you see mi inna pants and ting
See mi in a ‘alter back
Sey mi gi’ you heart attack
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist
Uptown Top Ranking

See mi in mi Benz and ting
Drivin’ through Constant Spring
Them check sey me come from cosmo spring
But a true dem no know and ting
Dem no know sey we top ranking
Uptown Top Ranking

Shoulda see me and the ranking dread
Check how we jamming and ting
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

Watch how we chuck it and ting
Inna we khaki suit and ting
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

Love inna you heart dis a bawl out fe me
When you see me inna pants and ting
See me inna ‘alter back
Sey me gi’ you heart attack
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist
Uptown Top Ranking

See mi pon the road and hear you call out to me
True you see me in me pants and ting
See me inna ‘alter back
Sey me gi’ you heart attack
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

You shoulda see me and the ranking dread,
Check how we jamming and ting
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

Friends tell me I am crazy
That I’m wasting time with you
You’ll never be mine
That’s not the way I see it

‘Cause I feel you’re already mine
Whenever you’re with me
People always talk about reputation
I don’t care about your other girls

Just be good to me
Friends are always telling me
You’re a loser
I don’t care what you do to them

Just be good to me
Friends seem to always listen
To the bad things that you do
You never do them to me

You may have many others
But I know when you’re with me
You are all mine
People always talk about reputation

I don’t care about your other girls
Just be good to me
Friends are always telling me
You’re a loser

I don’t care what you do to them
Just be good to me

Love is a game of chances
So I’ll take my chance with you
And you boy won’t ever change
We talk about it and I’d

Rather have a piece of you
Than all or nothing
Just be good to me
In the morning

Just be good to me
In the afternoon all evening
Just be good to me
The time is calling

I won’t tie you down
When you need me
I’ll be around
I’ll be good to you

We could be together
Be together

[Hook]
Ooh, ooh
Z-O get off, get off
Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah
Let me get off, get off
Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off
Hey, I came this far, you know I had to get off
Ooh, ooh
Z-O get off, get off
Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah
Let me get off, get off
Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off
Hey, I had no choice you know I had to get off

[Verse 1]
I said I had to get off, so what you think I’m doing?
Blue faces, buying gold, always been a Bruin
Except for when they losing, then I gotta keep it moving
People asking what I’m doing, money convos keep it flowing
Claiming you [?] cracking up
I’m with your girl when she back it up
Pass me the sticks and I’m acting up, knocking it out and she [?]
Do it for fans and the clapping up
Walking in Gucci, they rack it up
I swear these Benjamins standing up
I put up to sleep when I’m stacking up
Mo’ money, got less problems
People looking like, "How about it?"
You rent it, I buy it
Diamonds wet but they never clouded
I’m a rebel, them [?] rowdy
Best believe we ’bout to bout it
Best believe my [?]
Balling hard with no boundaries

[Hook]
Ooh, ooh
Z-O get off, get off
Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah
Let me get off, get off
Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off
Hey, I came this far, you know I had to get off
Ooh, ooh
Z-O get off, get off
Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah
Let me get off, get off
Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off
Hey, I had no choice you know I had to get off

[Verse 2]
Sit back, sit back, sit back turn the music up
Straight crack, I spit that, but nah homie, I ain’t talking drugs
I ain’t on the corner, I ain’t selling rock, I ain’t selling rock banging with the thugs
I be on the court, yeah I push the rock
Cause balling, balling, balling what I love
Pay attention, listen closely I won’t say it twice
Married to the game, I tattoo it like I [?] my wife
I put in early mornings, yeah, and I’m grinding late night
Shooting 2s and 3s, but nah homie, I ain’t talking dice
Working on my game, I tune it up just like a bike
But you can catch me in the G, and you know it’s all-white
On the court I’m making plays, and in the booth I’m making slappers
I always kept it real, I ain’t never been no actor

[Hook]
Ooh, ooh
Z-O get off, get off
Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah
Let me get off, get off
Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off
Hey, I came this far, you know I had to get off
Ooh, ooh
Z-O get off, get off
Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah
Let me get off, get off
Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off
Hey, I had no choice you know I had to get off